In the eminent disgrac

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In the eminent disgrace The pounding, insufferable Ever swinging Ever daunting Pendulum To tick away The meaningless hours Of a fruitlessness existance. Extinguish me, oh love Oh lifting light! From storm bound shores Which scour the inner Life From the corridors sur la terre. To dissolve Ah me! To be no more Of this, to become of all Extraordinary ceases to be extraordinary A blacnched facade Of eternal youth And dreams undying. Wanting Wanting of fullness Completion





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